756 Terrifying Conjecture
Wang Wei asked himself: how did he acquire the title or position of Fate Seed? The logical answer is Grand Dao, or the River of Fate, saw his personality and desires after he reincarnated into this world and gave him the position.
There is even a high possibility he became a Fate Seed once he was in the void, trying to survive by swallowing these purple orbs, meaning someone or something had determined his life and destiny eons ago.
‘However, what if things were worse than I anticipated,’ thought Wang Wei, looking at the world through complete malice. ‘What if I was a Fate Seed ever since I was a mortal on Earth? What would be the implications behind this notion if it were true?’
Despite how horrifying this theory was, he calmed down to ponder the significance behind this possibility.
‘Firstly, it will mean the Prehistoric World is not completely sealed or out of Grand Dao’s control. Instead, the latter has been planning how to deal with and regain control of the Prehistoric for a long time.’
Wang Wei’s mind entered a state of absolute calm, and his soul began to evolve the changes of the entire Chaos Universe. In the process, his understanding of Yin-Yang Dao–especially regarding the changes in the world.
‘Grand Dao placed countless Fate Seeds in the Prehistoric World, and I was one of them. Unfortunately, I had an accident and should have died. However, through sheer Willpower, I created a miracle and reversed my fate.
‘However, Grand Dao did not allow such a pawn with great potential to escape so easily and granted me the Fate Seed Position for the entire Choas Universe.
‘I guess I should be happy my position elevated from the potential manager of a small branch (Normal Chaos World) to the potential leader of the entire Chaos Universe.’
Wang Wei could not hide the sneer in his eyes, but he soon calmed down. Although he did not know 100% whether he was correct, he knew his conjecture had a high probability of being the truth. So, he continued to theorize based on his previous assumptions.
‘My death might not be an accident, but the Prehistoric World’s Heavenly Dao way of cleaning up cancers.’
The Fate Seeds chosen by Grand Dao were similar to viruses in the Prehistoric World and were potentially harmful.
‘If that conjecture is true, why did Hongjun save me? According to mythology, he should have fused with Heavenly Dao and become the embodiment of the Dao.’
Wang Wei frowned as his theory began to collapse once he thought of this.
‘So, either I am wrong, or the mythology is unreliable, and Hongjun did not fuse with Heavenly Dao. Of course, there is a third possibility: he let me live for another reason.’
Wang Wei was more inclined to the third reason.
‘According to my previous predictions, Hongjun reincarnated multiple people from Earth, or the Prehistoric World entered different Chaos Worlds for some reason. Whatever that reason might be why he chose to let me live.’
Wang Wei took a deep breath before continuing to theorize.
‘Grand Dao’s purpose is leaving so many pawns in the shape of Fate Seeds in the Prehistoric World is most likely for them to control the branch of the River of Fate in that world, thus allowing it to regain absolute control of the Prehistoric World.’
However, Wang Wei frowned:
‘Does the Prehistoric World even has a River of Fate?’
Wang Wei would not usually ask such a question, but after seeing the development of the Science and Technology World, he understood the Prehistoric World might be a place where the laws of the entire world are different from the entire Chaos Universe. So, it’s not out of the realm of possibility that it did not have a River of Fate.
‘River of Fate might be a module only for this Choas Universe,’ thought Wang Wei as he remembered his theory on what existed beyond the Chaos Universe. However, this was not the time to get into these things, so he focused on the task at hand.
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‘However, there is another flaw to this theory: how can Grand Dao control the Prehistoric World through the River of Fate? If a Fate Seed successfully created the river, the power that protects the Prehistoric World should completely isolate Grand Dao’s power; this meant that the River of Fate would be an isolated branch of the main river.
‘For countless years, Grand Dao has not been able to breach that power. So, how could it control the Prehistoric World from the inside? Unless there is something wrong with the body of these Fate Seeds.’
A look of horror flashed in Wang Wei’s mind, but he used his terrifying Willpower to calm down.
‘Calm down; this is only one possibility.’
His mind rushed to the limit as he tried to figure out other possibilities.
‘Fish bone stuck on the throat,’ he suddenly thought as his eyes lit up.
‘Whatever power that protects the Prehistoric World is on par or can compete with Grand Dao. This power could be from Hongjun or the legendary Pangu, who opened the world. However, its origin does not matter for now.
‘Because of that power, the Prehistoric World is like a bone stuck in Grand Dao’s throat–a bone it cannot swallow or get rid of. However, Grand Dao can do the same to the Prehistoric World and plant a bone it cannot swallow–a River of Fate.’
Wang Wei’s soul began working faster and harder than ever since he started his cultivation journey. He used his Spirit Particles to divine his mind into trillions and achieved accelerating thinking. Furthermore, his 365 [Future Buddha Self] also contributed.
As such, Wang Wei felt he was closer to the truth.
‘The Prehistoric World’s River of Fate is like a seed for Grand Dao’s plan. And once a Fate Seed controls the river, the seed will activate, and the plan will be completed. By then, the Prehistoric World will become of the many Normal Chaos Worlds in the universe and probably no longer be a taboo.
‘Then, the fate of Earth will be determined. If Science and Technology is a taboo because it originated from the Prehistoric World, it will be fine. If it is because of something else, then Grand Dao will erase it from existence.’
Wang Wei exhaled as his soul slowed down; he felt he was closer to the truth of the universe.
‘Although this possibility has a higher chance of being true, there is also the possibility of the first one or a combination of the two. So, how to deal with it if it’s true?”
He frowned again as he realized unless he reached a similar level to Grand Dao, he would never know whether the latter placed something inside his body or soul due to his status as a Fate Seed.
‘Two options: use outside help like the Dark Truth. However, I cannot rely on unknown power for everything.’
A ruthless light flashed in his mind.
‘The second option is to abandon my body, soul, and even Existence. Find another body and implant my memories, thoughts patterns, goals, ambitions, and ideologies into it, turning it into me.’
With this method, Wang Wei would essentially be dead since even his [Existence] would be different.
‘However, this is another way to break the game.’
The chosen body will be someone else dominated by his memories and ideologies, so in some ways, it is him. The only issue is the face, but that can easily be changed. Wang Wei did not want to use a clone to prevent the possibility of failure, so it had to be an entirely different person.
Wang Wei took a moment to refine this desperate plan; he decided the chosen body should be from his world of Science and Technology to prevent possible errors or tempering from Grand Dao.
“Grand Dao is ruthless, and everyone in their eyes is equal, so an ant and a Paragon are essentially the same. So, it can use the entire Chaos Universe as a chessboard.
“Only by taking a step into transcending can it barely be qualified as a Chess Player,” muttered Wang Wei as his Dao Heart became perfect, and his state of mind reached its final sublimation in the Mortal Stages of his cultivation journey.
He sighed as he felt his body become lighter and easier to use.
‘However, I have still not overcome my bottleneck. Could I really have to wait for the final battle?’ His intuition told him he might have to wait until the battle to find what he was missing.
Suddenly, he caught a whim of fate and made a divination:
“Two battles, two breakthroughs, one useless, one successful, forming a cycle–finally breaking the shackles of death.”
‘Interesting,’ thought Wang Wei as he realized he might have to change some of his tactics for this final battle.